Reborn as a Useless Noble with my SSS-Class Innate Talent-Chapter 155: Ch : Holding an Auction - Part 1
Chapter 155: Ch 155: Holding an Auction – Part 1
“This crystal…could fetch a fortune. Enough to buy a small territory, if auctioned properly.”
The Auction Master began, choosing his words carefully.
Bruce raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
The master continued, “But, it will cause a stir. If you have more of these, you must be careful. Many would kill for something like this.”
Bruce gave a small nod.
“I will relay this to my young master,” he said.
The master pressed a token into Bruce’s hand. “If you ever wish to auction it, bring this directly to me. Do not speak of it to others.”
Bruce pocketed the token and bowed again before heading back to the village.
As he walked, he thought about the master’s words.
Their village’s future might just change because of this strange stone.
And it was all because of Kyle.
Bruce smiled a little to himself.
He couldn’t wait to report back.
Their young master was truly something else.
Bruce quickened his pace as he left the auction house, the wrapped crystal hidden securely in his coat.
He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.
The way the auction master had stared at him — that glint of hunger in his eyes — it wasn’t normal.
Bruce had seen enough battles and betrayals to recognize when someone was scheming. And right now, every instinct screamed that he needed to get away, fast.
Behind him, the auction master coughed lightly as he watched Bruce disappear into the busy streets.
He turned toward the receptionist, his expression sharp.
“Who was that man?”
He asked.
The receptionist, still a bit pale from earlier, straightened herself and shook her head quickly.
“I… I don’t know, Master. It was the first time I’ve ever seen him here. He said he was sent by his young master but didn’t mention any names.”
She stammered.
The auction master’s lips curled into a thin, displeased line.
“Foolish girl. You should have found out more before wasting my time.”
He said, his voice low and dangerous.
He waved a hand, dismissing her excuses.
“Send one of the shadows after him. I want to know where he’s heading and who he’s meeting. Report every detail.”
The receptionist hesitated for a split second, clearly unsure if Bruce really warranted such attention. But one look at the auction master’s face made her swallow her doubts.
“Yes, Master.”
She said, bowing quickly.
She rushed to the back rooms, where the auction house’s secret enforcers—the so-called ‘shadows’— waited for orders.
Once the command was given, she returned to her post, feeling strangely lighter, as if she had done her part and could now forget all about the troubling man and his dangerous crystal.
Meanwhile, Bruce weaved through the streets, doing his best not to draw attention.
But no matter how many corners he turned or how quickly he moved, the unease clung to him.
He could feel it — the sensation of being watched.
Someone was following him.
Bruce cursed under his breath. It was too risky to head straight back to the village. He couldn’t risk leading unknown enemies to the young master’s doorstep.
He needed to send a message first.
Finding a small alleyway, Bruce slipped inside and looked around carefully. Once he was sure no one had eyes on him, he whistled sharply.
From a concealed perch nearby, a small carrier pigeon flapped down to him.
Bruce pulled out a prepared scroll, scribbling a quick message to Kyle:
[Auction master suspicious. Sending shadows. Will delay return. Await further instruction.]
He tied the scroll securely to the pigeon’s leg and sent it flying into the sky, straight toward the village.
Satisfied, Bruce straightened his coat and continued moving, this time changing his path, doubling back, and passing through crowded areas to throw off any pursuers.
Back at the auction house, the master was pacing.
If that man had even one more of those crystals…
His mind raced at the possibilities.
He could rise far above his current station. He could even gain the favor of it, the Queen itself, if he presented a trove of mana crystals.
It would surely reward him generously for something so rare and valuable.
The thought made him almost dizzy with ambition.
But first, he needed to find where the crystals were hidden.
And he was sure that the shadow he had sent would deliver the answer soon enough.
Out on the streets, one of the shadows—cloaked in a simple brown outfit to blend in with the crowds—trailed Bruce at a distance.
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The carrier pigeon flapped its wings harder as it neared the fields, the tiny scroll tied securely to its leg.
It had done this kind of delivery many times before — but as it dipped lower to find its target, a sudden, sharp instinct froze it mid-air.
Danger.
It was a primal feeling, and it sent a jolt down the bird’s tiny spine.
In the next instant, a black, glossy shape shot toward it — Queen.
The mana beast puffed out its chest, feathers gleaming with an intimidating luster, making itself appear larger and more menacing than it actually was.
The carrier pigeon panicked, nearly dropping the scroll it was supposed to deliver.
It flailed wildly in the air, but Queen was too fast. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm
With a decisive snap of its beak, it snagged the pigeon out of the air — not to harm it, but to claim the item it carried.
Queen hovered a moment before flapping down gracefully near Kyle, who had been watching the entire scene unfold with an amused expression.
“You didn’t have to scare the poor thing half to death.”
Kyle chuckled, reaching out as Queen proudly dropped the scroll into his waiting hand.
Queen chirped proudly, chest still puffed out.
Kyle shook his head with a wry smile and quickly read the hastily written message.
His amusement faded.
“Our Merchandise is in danger.”
Kyle said grimly, rolling the scroll back up.
Queen let out a sharp chirp, ready to move at once.
Melissa, who had been standing nearby, immediately stepped forward.
“Young Master, do you want me to come with you?”
She asked, her voice steady but worried.
Kyle was about to decline — but Queen gave a chirp that almost sounded like a yes.
He thought about it for a moment and then nodded.
“You can be useful. Let’s go.”
Kyle said.
Without wasting another second, the three of them set out toward the village.
It didn’t take them long to reach the outskirts where Bruce had been supposed to return from.
Kyle’s eyes scanned the surroundings sharply, taking in every movement and shadow.
“Melissa, can you track Bruce’s mana?”
He said, glancing sideways at her.
“I’ll give it a try.”
Melissa replied.
She closed her eyes and exhaled slowly, spreading her mana sense outward.
It took her a moment — but then she caught onto a familiar, faint trace.
“There, I can feel Bruce’s mana signature moving… but he’s not alone.”
She said, pointing slightly northeast.
She frowned, focusing harder.
“There are several other mana signals tailing him… They’re trying to keep their distance, but they’re definitely following him.”
Kyle’s eyes narrowed.
“Good. Now we know exactly where to strike. Melissa, are you up for it? Show me your skills of your practice.”
He said softly.
